Heh! I figured I was interrupting something...though the possibility of a shower was also there...item "b" maybe. Same thing happened at LSU grad school. I should have taken Vance Bourjaily up on his offer to rent space over an unattached garage...needed remodeling or it could have used some work. As it was, I'm over there not far off West Chimes, running up the street to the plasma center, selling twice a week...this once, lying on a vinyl recliner, me and about 50 other guys all from the poor part of town, nurse comes running back to me after hooking up a bag of whatever, plasma...I think it is all automated now....but then they had a pile of pretty nurses doing the grunt work...she comes running over and says that man over there is named Walter Oobleck, too! Course, by then, all those little HIVs are already present in the system, racing toward my heart. Maybe we were both Oh negative...brother calls me a week a month later...saw you on America's Most Wanted this weekend...yeah, right...no, really. You get that rust in your blood a slow fire burning unnoticeable until things start to creak.
